After the victory at the demonic front, the hero’s party set off with the advance group towards Lowellina.

However, Nydrian stayed behind with Airan, citing the flimsy excuse of wanting to inspect the local flora.

“Commander, there is something I must tell you.”

Although Nydrian had sent a letter to the imperial palace, she wasn’t sure if it had arrived safely from the demonic front.

Thus, she decided to ensure the message reached Airan personally, hoping to inform him of the porter's embezzlement.

“The hero’s party has already departed, hasn’t it, Nydrian?”

“Yes, Commander, but I have something to say to you alone.”@@novelbin@@

“...Go ahead.”

Airan, who had been handling post-battle affairs and guarding against potential threats, looked incredibly tired.

He assumed it was yet another complaint or trivial matter, but still, he maintained a stance of listening.

“Well…”

After taking a deep breath, Nydrian explained the porter's embezzlement.

She recounted how the porter had selfishly claimed the hero's party's spoils for himself and disposed of them at will, a fact recently confirmed by the church.

As the archer finished speaking, Airan’s expression grew dark and stern.

“Does anyone else know about this?”

“N-no.”

Instinctively, Nydrian lied.

She felt overwhelmed by Airan’s imposing presence, and since there was no guarantee that the letter had reached the imperial palace, she wasn’t entirely lying either.

“Nydrian.”

“Yes?”

“Do you really believe the porter committed embezzlement?”

“What?”

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